Let's get real in the field while the radio blasts static and snow over the loudspeakers. Why grieve on this wonderful vaction from sadness, madness; c'mon we have THIS. We have a sense of forever in this time of never, and with that sense the fear of living shall never get in our way.  Let's play hide and seek with fate and leave it counting while we enjoy the sunrise. Let it search for us while we drift far into the plain, out of its playing field. Let us control our destinies, and our essence will surpass this greyness. I like my freedom for breakfast, passion for thought for lunch, and a dream for dinner.  Come join me. In this town, the skies never go black but the stars stay out forever
	ph: Natalie Krishna Das